I told her that I was a satellite
But was falling from the darkened sky
She grabbed me by the collar
And pressed her words into my ear
She sounded like a deceiver
Though I desperately wanted to believe her

Then she asked what I was thinking about
Radar locked, she has my position
I told her I thought only a young man could write
A song like “All you need is love”

She looked at me like I was alien
A moon to modern thinking
Pushing my glass a little closer
She said, “Sure mate, just keep drinking”

King Street
Thursday night
It’s early
A girl walks by
She smells like…
times gone by
You panic
Then play on
Whifts become drafts
and scents of songs
Five thousands steps
and then plus some
Flinders Street
Still Thursday night
but a little more
The people past
walking through doors
…Out the same way
What to do tonight?
But restitch names
to faces and name
your poison